We bought a Cadillac DeVille one time. Looked like the freakin' Space Shuttle inside. I didn't know what half of the crap on that car did. Actually
kinda' hated that car in general. Anyway, about the second day I was adjusting the mirror and all of a sudden this voice started talking to me.
WTAF, over? Who is this, and how the hell did you get into my car??? Well, it's On-Star and I somehow pushed the button. CRAP, I don't even want
On-Star...even a little bit. I told them to disconnect themselves, but they said NOOOooooooo.
So I went took the damn thing to the dealer and told them to disconnect that S# from my car, PRONTO! They said they couldn't do that.
I said either they do it, right then, or was gonna' do it...with a friggin' claw hammer! Guy told me I could do whatever I want to it; it was my car.
DAMMIT! That didn't make me feel any better. I thought about ripping that damn rearview mirror right off the car and tossing it into the parking
lot, just for spite.
You know, I didn't even like the color of that car. I don't even know why we bought it. My wife didn't even like it. WTF was I thinking????
Anyway, back to the story...
So I took the car down to my mechanic and told him to do it. He said he could "maybe" do it, but he was kinda skeered and that he hadn't ever really
done it yet. Couldn't make any guarantees. I asked him what was the worst thing that could happen. He says...Oh, I dunno, maybe it won't run
anymore after that.
Well, F# me sideways, can't have that!
So I'm drivin' down the road with my invisible passenger glued to the windshield. I'm just glaring at her. Then I thought up an idea. I'll push
that damn button. The gal comes on and I just said sorry, didn't mean to push the button. She hangs up. I push the button again. The gal comes on
and I just said sorry, didn't mean to push the button. I did this about 50 to 100 more times (hey it was a long way home) and finally they came on,
some dude this time, and said my On-star must malfunctioning. And the guy got very stern with me and said he was going to have to shut the service
off, and how it couldn't be activated until I took it to a dealer. I acted real skeered, and said I'd take the car in immediately. I don't know if
them things had cameras in them, but if they did they saw me grinnin' from ear to ear and pumpin' my fist in the air.
Never did take that car back in, but we sold it a couple years later and the couple who bought it said..."what's this button do?" I said..."DON'T DO
IT!!", but it was too late. Same chick came on and asked what the hell I wanted. So I guess they must have turned it back on at some point.
Don't miss that ugly car one bit either. Did I mention I never liked that car?
edit on 10/13/2019 by Flyingclaydisk because: (no reason